Haunted by Certain Classmates

Five hours wasn't enough time. About an hour into the reunion, I realized that I wanted to hear a story from every person there, to lose myself in characters that shared a history. To validate (or not) my thin slice of memory and imagination about who we were/are. I am haunted by that boy who was a perennial candidate in class elections. How is it that he rode his bike over 150 miles to attend the reunion and didn't have a place to stay when he got there? Why didn't I talk to him?